#nick fowler drabble

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!nick fowler × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — nick promised you'd go shopping after you had to punish him for missing yet another date of yours and in a certain store he can't control himself anymore

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, kinda public sex, fingering, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), slight gagging, wife kink, a teeny tiny bit of brat taming

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog, comment or/and follow | well what should I say? I hope you like the smut

“Nick? Nick! Where are you, you promised you would come shopping with me!” you called through the apartment.

After Nick came late to yet another date of yours you punished him – in a sexual way – and it resulted in him taking you shopping or promising. 

You huffed as you walked towards his office, Nick had been cooped up all morning but now it was time to get out and if you had to drag him out you would. He promised you a shopping tour and unknown to him he needed new suits given the last three came back soaked in blood which would not get out.

Without knocking you pushed the door of his office open, “hello Mr. Fowler, I think you have an urgent meeting to get to,” you said, stalking over to your husband.

His face hung over a lot of papers, and he only lifted his head after you ran your fingers through his hair and gripped him by the roots. “You promised, Nicky,” you whined which caused him to smirk.

“I’ll sign one last paper and then we will go, yeah?” he gently took your hand from his hair and kissed your knuckles.

You lowered your head, “fine…be late and I will get the ropes again,” you whispered the last part into his ear.

Trying to pull your hand away, Nick gripped it tighter, “do not forget who’s in charge here, peach,” he growled, causing goosebumps to line up your neck.

The dominance in your relationship was in a healthy balance, when you had sex, it was mostly Nick who took the reign as you were often too shy but sometimes you would dominate him. For the other part of your relationship, it was often you who bossed Nick around.

“Be on time and I won’t forget,” you smirked, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving his office with swaying hips.

Nick watched you leave and shook his head at your actions, you were truly made for him.

Ten minutes later Nick entered the living room where you were already waiting for him in your skin-tight red dress and black Louboutin heels.

His eyes almost fell out at how beautiful you looked, “look at my beautiful wife,” he commented, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest. “Think you get out of this by complimenting me?” you eyed him suspiciously.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, peach,” Nick chuckled and got his wallet from his pocket putting it in your palm.

You smirked at him letting the wallet fall into your purse before interlocking your fingers with his. Nick led you out of the apartment to his car.

He opened the door for you and helped you climb in before closing it behind you. You loved his gentleman manner.

Your husband drove you to a shopping mile filled with expensive shops, cafés and more. As he parked you started telling him your checklist, “we need three new suits for you, you can choose the brand but it gotta be three blue, dark blue. Then I need a new dress, a few new sets of underwear after someone destroyed them-,” “not sorry for that-,” “and then a new pair of jeans.”

The car was parked by Nick who turned around to face you, “that all?” he asked with a smirk. Rolling your eyes with a smile you were well aware that he made fun of you, swapping his chest when you got out of the car.

The first stop was for Nick’s suits, and he chose Armani – as always. “Why does it always have to be Armani?” you questioned as you entered the store.

“Would you like me to wear something else?” Nick asked back which had you raising your chin, “you don’t answer a question with a question, but for your information. I liked the Prada suit you wore on our honeymoon.”

A smirk played on his lips, “our honeymoon was five years ago…you still remember what I wore?” Now he was teasing you.

“See what good of a wife I’m?” you huffed while looking at the different colours, then two arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against Nick’s chest. He nuzzled his nose into the nape of your neck, “you’re the best wife, I don’t even know what I did to deserve you,” he kissed your delicate skin.

“Good save,” you said with a smirk and stopped at a dark blue suit, “try on this one,” you ordered and gave him the suit.

Nick followed your order and vanished behind the curtain, the suit would probably need a bit of adjustment but that was the littlest problem. He then stepped out and your eyes almost fell out at how good he looked.

“Is the arm length okay?” you asked as you inspected the sleeve, “it’s good, but I believe the pants are a bit too long.”

Nodding you kneeled down and turned over the end, “better?” you asked, looking up at him.

Nick looked down at you and had a hard time not falling on his knees, you were beautiful down there and the way your eyes looked up at him had his cock throbbing.

“Yeah,” he said with a shaky breath which you didn’t notice. “Good, then we will let them adjust it, do you want to try on the two others? I mean it seems silly as they’re all the same color…,” you weren’t sure if it was the right decision, after all the other two suits could work out differently for him.

“It’s fine, if they don’t fit in the end then I’ll get them tailored again,” he said without a care in the world which had you shrugging. “Okay, if you say so.”

“Now where to?” Nick asked, holding out his arm for you as you both stepped out of the store.

“Victoria Secret,” you stated and his eyes lit up, your expression fell as you realized what was running through his mind, “no,” you instantly said, holding your finger up.

You couldn’t have sex in a changing room again, last time you were too close to getting caught and you would not risk getting kicked out of a store. Nick pouted, but you kept your face straight, he smirked and turned away from you.

“Did you hear me? Nick…,” “I heard you, don’t worry peach.” Internally you groaned, he was not going to listen to you.

The two of you entered the store and almost in the same second all women looked at you, all of them were here alone while you stood here…with your husband. Some didn’t even spare you a glance and only looked at Nick while others looked jealous and only two women looked like they were happy for you.

You strolled through the rows of braw, thongs, pajamas and more with no exact imagination of what you would want to try on. A few colours flew around in your mind, but none stuck permanently.

Nick turned a corner and began looking on his own, if he didn’t know what you’d like he wouldn’t look.

His eyes catched a baby blue set of lingerie, it looked like a little dress. The front had little flowers, in the middle was a small corset, a skirt with transparent fabric flowed above the thong.

Taking the set from the wall Nick brought it to you with excitement pouring from his gaze.

You were inspecting a red lace bra without pads as Nick popped up in front of you, your eyes widened, “yes…?” you drawled when you saw the way he watched you. He had hid the set behind him to make sure you wouldn’t see it right away.

“What do you think?” he held up the lingerie and your thoughts began to form. “It’s very pretty, I like it,” you agreed and turned to look at the bras.

Nick laid the set over his arm and continued looking at different sets of lingerie, he found another baby blue set, a black one and peach coloured one which he all brought to you. All of them were approved by you, “if only you were this excited when we picked out new suits.”

It was true, Nick hated shopping for suits instead he preferred shopping lingerie, dresses, pants or tops with you however lingerie was his favourite

You yourself had found a wine red and magenta coloured set, having now six sets you walked towards the changing room with Nick in tow, “stay outside,” you warned him before taking the sets with and vanishing behind the curtain.

Defeated, Nick took a seat in a black armchair, leaned back and legs spread wide, his cheek propped on his thumb and pointer finger.

First you put on the baby blue that Nick showed you at the beginning, pulling the curtain aside you revealed yourself to him.

Nick poked his tongue to the side of his cheek, looking you up and down slowly with lust-filled eyes. Oh, how bad he wanted to push you against the wall, kiss down your body until he reached your cunt, how bad he wanted to taste you and ruin you for everyone to hear…let them know you were his.

However he had to listen to you, as much as he loved your punishments, something told him that he wouldn’t enjoy this one as much as the other.

The expression on Nick’s face had you smirking, it showed you how bad he wanted to rip it off of you and fuck you. This one would definitely land in the shopping cart. You closed the curtain again and changed into the pink set you picked.

Normally pink wasn’t on your favourites list, blue or red yes, but pink never really stuck out…until this one.

It was completely made of lace and instead of a low waist thong it was high waist and covered more than the average, at the same time however it left nothing to the imagination and still teased the one lusting for you.

You slid the curtain aside. Nick cursed under his breath as he laid eyes on you, he rarely saw you in pink but he loved seeing you in it. The dark magenta colour made your skin glow.

Nick stood up and walked towards, an expression on his face that could be compared to a lion hunting his prey. You took a step back and hit the wall behind you, Nick came closer and closer until he stood right in front of you. He closed the curtain, then turned back to you.

“Nick,” your breath hitched in your throat, “I told you, I don’t think this is a good idea,” “I’m going to fuck every coherent thought out of your pretty head because the only thing you should be thinking about is how good you feel with my cock inside of you.” God, his dirty mouth would be the death of you.

You couldn’t believe this, how could lingerie have this effect on him? But you also couldn’t deny that the way he looked at you turned you on and the thought of getting caught made it even more exciting.

His hands roamed your body, squeezing your breast, rolling his hips against your crotch. With his left hand he held your throat to keep your eyes on him while his right hand trailed down to your cunt.

Sliding his middle and pointer finger beneath the fabric he snapped it against your mound. A shuddering breath slipped from your mouth as it hit your sensitive skin.

You were still a little sore from last night, but you wouldn’t stop Nick, you couldn’t. Your body didn’t let you, however given the fact you had known Nick for years you were well aware how quick he would lose control with you.

“Nick, don’t-,” you plead was cut off by him stroking your folds, “you’re so wet peach…for someone who didn’t want me to fuck her in a changin room you’re quite response.”

Goddamn, you just wanted to keep him from destroying the lingerie - even if it would be an accident, he always found a way. Ripping them apart or covering them in his sperm which in 8 out of 10 times wasn’t coming out.

He dipped his two fingers into your leaking hole, normally he would start with one finger but right now he was too impatient and - “slipping right in with my fingers huh? You’re already so wet for me,” he teased your inner walls, curling them inside you.

“Nick, don't-,” again he cut off by pressing his fingertips against your velvet walls. “Peach, you don't need to deny it…I know you want this, now be a good little wife and take what I give,” Nick growled against the shell of your ear. A shiver ran down your spine, his voice had a magical effect on you.

Your hands took hold of his shoulders for support, you kept one hand there while the other gripped into his short hair. You pulled his head back, “do not destroy this set or you won’t get your good little wife for two weeks,” you whispered back which had him smirking.

He pulled his hand from you, with his thumb he parted your lips and pushed his two fingers coated with your glistening juice inside your mouth to gag you.

“Oh, peach…be quiet. Remember who’s in charge here, you wanna be a brat? Then you will be treated accordingly, you know I will not hesitate to punish you right here. I told you to be a good little wife,” he tone was demanding and reminded you who was in charge. Nick pushed his fingers down your throat, the sound of your gagging causing his cock to twitch.

By now it was impossible to control himself in any form, he shoved the thong down your knees impatiently. You fell into submission and undid his belt, letting his pants fall down.

He stroked his cock and lined it up with your entrance. Your moans were muffled thanks to your husband gagging you, his thick cock stretched your cunt. Endorphins filled your veins at the feeling of being filled to the brim.

There was no time, he didn’t give you a second to adjust to his thickness, his size…. “One would think I'd have your cunt worn out by now, but look at you peach! Tight as a fucking virgin," the brunette gritted through his clenched teeth as he rutted his hips into you.

It was hard to keep the moans down, the fingers of Nick helping however. Low groans from him consumed the little room as you squeezed him tight.

A familiar knot builds up in your stomach, a welcomed feeling. The pleased feeling that would soon over take your bed and fill your head with pure bliss. With the tip of his cock Nick hit your sweet spot without any issues, he knew your body too well.

“I know you're about to cum peach, then be a good wife and cum,” he commanded. Relieved washed over you as he allowed you to cum, you doubted that you would have been able to hold it.

A loud yet muffled cry filled the changing room, the way you squeezed him when you came and the sounds that mixed through had Nick explode.

With a low groan he let his head fall down on your shoulder as he spilled his seed inside you, painting you spongy walls. God, how much loved to mark you as his, let everyone in the damn store know who you belong to…to whom he belongs.

Slowly he retrieved from your sore hole, leaving a white line behind. He got on his knees and admired your mound, your cum mixed with his and how it slowly leaked from you.

Not wasting a second he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture, “this one will be added to the collection,” he smiled proudly. At this you could only roll your eyes.

“Do you know how classic a changing room is?” you asked him in disbelief while taking wet wieso from your purse – with a man like Nick they come in handy often. “You're gonna take that number?” he asked with an innocent expression.

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[sweeterthanthis]

okay how about this one..

“radical suggestion for you: shut the fuck up.”

I'd like to think I would cause this reaction in some of our favourites ahaha

Right Where You Left Me

Pairing: Mob!Nick Fowler x F!Reader

Summary: No matter how hard you try to stay away, you'll always end up running back to him. And he knows it.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, cheating (reader is married), pussy eating, fingering, teasing, fluff and angst if you squint. 18+.

Word Count: 696

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

“Did you wear this dress just for me, Blossom?” He asks, his plush, pink lips grazing up your inner thigh, nuzzling his nose between your soaked petals as he inhales a deep breath through his nostrils. His eyes darken as they roll up to look at you, piercing through you and drinking you in. “Missed this pussy. Think she missed me?”

He doesn’t need to ask. Nick knows the answer to your question. You couldn’t deny it if you tried, your cunt slick and sodden already, and he’s barely touched it. Your hips jolt at the sensation of his hot breath against your core, the solid wooden desk beneath you digging into your shoulder blades as your back arches in anticipation. “Nick, please.” 

“Please, what?” He grins, licking a firm stripe from your hole to your clit, humming appreciatively at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. You hate him. You hate the way he teases you. You hate the hold he still has on you after all these years. The fire in your stare as you prop yourself up on your elbows and lock eyes with him amuses him further. You open your mouth to speak, but the words die in your throat when his lips latch around your sensitive nub, suckling over and over until your legs are trembling. They seek purchase over his shoulders, your fingernails digging into the glossy wood beneath you. “Does he eat your pussy this good, Blossom?”

You bite down on your lower lip to stop yourself from whimpering, brows knitting together as you try to focus on the pleasure he’s taunting you with. It’s a game between the two of you. It always was and it always will be. “Leave, fuck, leave him out of this, Nick.”

“No can do, baby.” You want to argue with him, want to shove his head from between your thighs and leave him high and dry like he did to you all those years ago. That’s what he deserves. But you can’t. Not when that heavenly mouth is lapping and lathing at your cunt. “You dragged him into this mess when you married him. Bet he’s got no idea what he’s gotten himself into, does he, Mrs Kemp?”

"You'd be surprised." The urge to slap the smirk right off his gorgeous fucking face is stoked out when he slides two fingers into you, stretching you out around his digits and massaging the spongey spot within that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl. “He’s, ah, he’s twice the man you’ll ever be.” 

His lips are still warm from the scotch he’s been drinking as they seek out your clit again, rolling his tongue back and forth. It’s maddening. It’s fucking infuriating that your body knows no rhyme or reason. Nick doesn’t flinch at your insult, too confident in himself to let your words penetrate that hard exterior. “Sure he is, Blossom. That’s why I’m face first in your pussy while he waits for you at home, right?” 

 “Radical suggestion for you," you start, bucking yourself against his mouth. His hand flattens against your stomach, gliding up over your torso until his fingertips reach the precious gem seated at your throat. The one your husband gifted you just last night. "Shut the fuck up.”

Nick may have a hold over you. One that you're not sure you'll ever shake. But you get some semblance of satisfaction knowing that you're the only person he'd let get away with speaking to him like this. You've seen him kill for much less.

"There she is," he chuckles against your sensitive cunt, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss against your mound. "There's my girl."

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[chasingmidnights]

13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Twelve

Title: The Elevator Game

Storyteller: Nick Fowler 

Summary: Urban legend or portal to another world? 

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI! Warnings include but not limited to: angst; soft!dark; mentions of alcohol; cursing; mentions of suicide; implied mental health problems; mentions of medication use; the Elevator Game; and I believe that’s all of it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any & all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. By clicking ‘keep reading’, you agree to these warnings and that you are over 18. 

Wordcount: 1,263

As the last night camping with your friends rolled around, you couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional. Sure, you were still going to see them once you returned home but it wouldn’t be the same. Despite that, you still felt excited about tonight’s story and you were anxious to see what Nick had in store for everyone. The moon was high in the sky and not a single cloud in sight, it was turning out to be a good night. Smoke from the fire filtered up towards the sky and the fire started to crackle intensely. 

Nick rubbed his hand together as he sat on the edge of his chair, a grin had formed on his face. “So, who’s ready for a story?” 

“Ooo, yeah, I’m definitely ready for a story.” Jake said excitedly. 

“Yeah, I’m ready for one.” Wanda agreed as she took a drink of her beer. 

“Great!” Nick clapped his hands together before he took something out of his back pocket, his face suddenly solemn. He flipped the folded up piece of paper as he spoke. “Y’all have heard of the Elevator Game, right?” 

The group looked around at one another, looks of confusion on everyone’s faces, even your own face. 

“What the hell is the Elevator Game?” Ransom asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

Nick let out a huff of air as he started to unfold the piece of paper. “The Elevator Game, in simple terms, is supposedly a step-by-step ritual that’s believed by some to be a sort of portal to other worlds. The game is believed to have originated from Korea and Japan and according to believers, you need to follow the rules exactly. If you stray from the rules, well, let’s just say it’s not a good thing. My friend learned that the hard way as she tried to play the game and failed. I’m still not sure how she was able to send this email to me, but in this email, it shares her experience. 

“The subject of the email says, ‘I fucked up’, and at first I thought maybe she had sent me some kind of chain letter. But as I kept reading, I realized that it was her own words, recognizing the way she typed. In the beginning of her email, she claims that she never meant for any of it to happen and that she did her best to follow the rules. Especially since the rules were so important. She stated in the email that she had heard about the Elevator Game from another friend of hers and she had wanted to test it out before Spring Break was over. So, one night, she had decided that she was going to go to a nearby hotel, late at night and play the game. Her email reads: 

“‘Nicky, I hate to say this, but this is the last that you’ll probably hear from me. You see, I royally fucked up on playing the Elevator Game. I tried so hard to follow the rules, even had them written down on a small notepad so that I wouldn’t forget. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken my meds beforehand, you know how fuzzy my brain gets while I’m on them. But either way, I fucked up. Please forgive me Nicky, I really did think it was just a game. I didn’t realize that it would lead me to my demise. 

“The game is not to be taken lightly and if you take anything away from this final message from me, take my warning seriously and DON’T PLAY! Please, I beg you. I chose the nearby hotel because I knew it had at least 10 floors, thirteen to be exact. Maybe I should’ve taken that as a warning to not go through with it, but I was determined. Taking a deep breath, I walked straight to the elevator and pressed the up button. Thankfully, there was no one in the lobby and I could proceed. I was doing this solo, so if anyone else had gotten on, I would’ve had to wait and start over. When I got inside of the elevator, I quickly looked at my notepad and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The bell rang when the elevator reached the fourth floor and everything seemed normal, so I continued and pressed the button for the second floor. I had just started and I was already starting to doubt that this game was even real and that I was just wasting my time. 

“However, that is until the elevator slowly descended to the fifth floor after going up to the tenth. When the elevator got to the fifth floor, the doors slowly creaked open and I got instant chills. The lights in the hallway flickered and buzzed, it was nothing like the other floors. Not to mention that there was a horrible smell. I only peeked out into the hallway for a moment, my curiosity getting the best of me but I didn’t fully leave the elevator. As I turned around to press the button to the first floor, I was met with an unsightly, old woman. She was short and was hunched over, her presence demanded to be felt. The stench that I had first smelled when I reached the fifth floor was now coming from her. I could tell that her black robes were too big for her and the hood covered the top portion of her face, not able to see her eyes. I truly did my best to ignore her like how it says you’re supposed to. 

“The descent down to the first floor felt like an eternity and having this being in the elevator only worsened my anxieties. I kept to a corner of the elevator, trying to keep my distance but I found myself glancing over at her. I could feel my attitude changing the longer it stayed quiet and I kept telling myself not to interact with her. When the doors finally opened on the first floor, I bolted out of the elevator and out of the hotel. Completely forgetting not to talk to anyone as I exited, I said goodnight to the night manager. A week had passed since I played that game and throughout the week, I kept seeing that old, hag of a woman. She was always there and at first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I stopped taking my meds thinking that maybe it would help somehow, but it didn’t. I kept seeing her and one day, I blew up on her as I was out running errands, it was not a pretty sight. People thought I was crazy and maybe I was. Once the week was over, I decided that I couldn’t do it anymore.” 

Nick let out a heavy sigh as he folded up the paper and stared into the flames of the fire. 

“Wait, what happened?” Kate asked as she stared at Nick, waiting for an answer. 

“That’s the end of the email. She was found dead a few days later, suicide.” Nick explained, he then took a long drink of his beer. 

“I’m sorry about that bud.” Ari said, sympathy laced his voice and his facial expressions. 

A heavy silence filled the air as everyone took in Nick’s story, not even the wind made a sound. After a moment, Johnny clapped his hands, startling everyone. 

“Alright, who’s next? Has everyone gone?” Johnny asked as he glanced around at his friends.

“I’ve got one.” You chirped, ready to finally tell your story.

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[bubblessunshinehoney]

day 30- Riding with Nick Fowler

387 words

18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

kinktober masterlist

A/N: Almost the end of Kinktober, tomorrow will be the last fic of the month. it was intense and so much fun. So yes, i took great pleasure to write this little drabble with a Mafia!Nick Flower and a special guest that you will discover at the end of it.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

Don't be shy to reblog, comment or like!

TW: dom/sub dynamics (Nick =sir, reader= bunny), mmf, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), established relationship. mention of squirting.

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

He loved to look at you, riding him. Love to see you bounce, a look of concentration on your face and your arms around his neck.

He loved to see you get lost in pleasure, not seeing his men coming in his office, love to see the look on their face, jealousy, frighten, lust, surprise… you were a sight for sore eyes. His little bunny, bouncing so prettily on his laps, drenching his pants.

He loved to wear grey pants when you come to his office, because it meant that half of the day, there will be a grey patch of your cum on him.

He loved to see you ride him, and he never want you to stop.

“Come on, little bunny”, he groans and your pace flatters.

“Sir, I’m tired, fuck me…”

He tsk and holds your waist, helping you, you moan when he hits the spot, the one that make you squirt. He smiles devilishly and thrusts up, going harder and you squeal in pleasure, holding on to him tight, trying to follow his pace. You moan when he makes your roll your hips, your abused clit rubbing his pants. “Nick…please”. A loud spank resounds in his office, and you cry follows. “Sorry, sir, please!”

“Please what? Use your words, bunny”, you groan and rocks your hips harder, making him smirk and he lets you take back the control.

The door opens and his favourite man comes in, he stops in his track and looks at you both. He clears his throat and Nick looks up, while you turn your head.

“Nick, they are here”

“Come here, Barnes, let blow of some steam before starting this negotiation”.

The man that we called the Winter Soldier walks to you both and you have to crane you neck to look at him.

“Hello moy malen'kiy Krolik”, you smile at him and nuzzle into his left hand when he strokes your cheek. The man hisses when Nick takes his cock out and starts to stroke him.

“Come on Buck, I know you want it too.” Bucky smiles at his boss and pushes his cock into his mouth.

“moy malen'kiy Krolik, did I tell you to stop bouncing?”

Lets just say, that when this two walked to the room for negotiation, your cum was on both of them.

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[biteofcherry]

Ruby Garden Series

BDSM Club - various characters

Summary: Separate stories will focus on a different a pairing and have its own summary. The main background is that it all takes place in a private club Ruby Garden which caters to bdsm community.

Warnings: each part will get its separate warnings, but in general: BDSM themes; D/s dynamic; Dom/sub; spanking and other impact play; oral; anal; orgasm control; edging; sex toys; power imbalance; ssc - safe sane consensual;

Dom!Andy Barber

Dom!Ari Levinson

Dom!Steve Rogers

Dom!Lloyd Hansen

Dom!Nick Fowler

Dom!Bucky Barnes + Dom!Curtis Everett

#yes I'm finally making a separate masterlist for this universe #even though there's not yet a full fic ready #but there are some hot drabbles to enjoy #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #dom!andy barber #dom!andy barber x reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #dom!ari levinson #dom!ari levinson x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #dom!steve rogers #dom!steve rogers x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #dom!lloyd hansen #dom!lloyd hansen x reader #nick fowler x reader #dom!nick fowler #dom!nick fowler x reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #dom!curtis everett #dom!curtis everett x reader #ruby garden #ruby garden series #ruby garden masterlist

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I’m sure you’ll be inundated with asks for this, but…

Nick Fowler and from Through Me (The Flood) by Hozier

Measure the silence of a house

The unheard footsteps at the doorway

The unemployment of the mouth

The waking up, having forgotten

And remembering again the full extent of what forever is

The Bargain

Warnings: financial stress and abuse, coercion, and some possible unmentioned triggers.

Character: Nick Fowler

Summary: You accept a dangerous offer.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

The man in the grey suit leads you beneath the high ceilings. Each step echoes, emphasizing the vastness of the house. At least ten times the apartment you share with your mother. The cost alone would put your overinflated rent to shame.

The man opens a set of dark oak doors and stands back to let you through. He follows at your shoulder as you hug the folder against your chest. Your stomach flips as you see him. Sitting casually in a chair, legs wide, one knee swinging, a drink in his hand, perched atop the armrest.

“Sir, may I fetch you anything else?” The overly polite man asks his master.

“Only unless the lady requires a drink,” Nick answers, his haughty gaze fixated on you. He know why you’re there but he wants the show.

“No thank you,” you say to the man.

Sole click across the floor and the hinges whisper, the doors closing with a snap, leaving you alone in your predicament. You take a breath and tear your eyes from Nick’s. You can’t stand the smugness that dimples in his cheek.

“Nice to see you,” he taunts, “you got my messages… at last?”

You clear your throat and shift on your feet. You close your eyes and rein in your nerves. What is pride when faced with the bottom line? You lift your chin and stare above him.

“Please,” you eke out, “can’t we just get past the groveling?”

“Ah, but that’s the part I was looking forward to most,” he snickers. You squirm and bite the inside of your lip. You fight yourself. Stay, don’t speak. “If you can look me in the eye, we can go over details.”

You jut out your jaw and nod. You swallow tightly and your eyes reluctantly list down to meet his. He leans forward and gulps from his glass. 

“You first.”

You step forward and toss the folder on the low table. He doesn’t flinch. You gesture to the paperwork before you cross your arms. He scoffs.

“I don’t feel much like reading,” he taps his fingertip on his glass.

“Rent, bills, groceries. What use is food when you can’t afford the electricity to cook it?”

He nods and rests his chin in his hand. He smiles, his brows rising in farcical interest. It’s not enough for him. He’s not a saviour, just a man who gets off on control.

“My mother’s sick. She needs treatment. She needs somewhere to stay. I can’t… I won’t let her live on the streets.”

He pokes his tongue out in consideration and looks you over, “you couldn’t have dolled up a bit?”

You shake your head. Be honest. Why are you fighting when you know it’s over?

“I got the invoice this morning. I didn’t have time,” you admit in defeat, “Nick, help me. I’ll wear what you want, I do what you want, I’ll be your whore. Happy?”

He tuts and drains his glass. He pulls it away from his mouth and examines the emptiness. He leans forward and sets it down. He stands and comes around the table. He stops before you, tugging the string of your hoodie with a hum.

“I don’t want a whore. I want a wife.”

#nick fowler #dark nick fowler #dark!nick fowler #the 355 #drabble #request

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Bargain Masterlist

Summary: You accept an arrangement to keep your head above water.

Status: In Progress

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

#dark nick fowler #nick fowler #dark!nick fowler #series #masterlist #drabble #the 355

[thezombieprostitute]

Woke up in such a grumpy, godawful mood. I'm gonna think about how different characters would react to help me out.

Try to Help

Jake Jensen, Steve Rogers, Hal Carter, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König

Their first instinct is "problem! Must fix!" Never mind if they're actually the cause or not, you're not feeling well so they need to step in to help you out however you need. Whether it's trying to make you laugh, pulling you in for cuddles, getting you your favorite foods, or upping the amount of kissing you get, they'll get you to smile again somehow.

Of course, they can go overboard sometimes and you end up snapping at them. Then they give you those sad puppy-dog eyes and it breaks your heart, just making the situation worse. You reassure them that you know they're just trying to help it's just that this help isn't working. So they immediately try something else. They will get you to smile, damnit!

Give You Space

Bucky Barnes, Jonathan Pine, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Curtis Everett, James Mace

These guys understand that bad moods happen, you can't always control it. So they give you space, while still doing little things (like keeping your coffee/tea warm) to remind you that you're loved. They know you'll be back to your usual self in time. You just need to process some things. They'll give you all the time and space you need because you're worth the wait.

Turn it into a Grumpiness Competition

Nick Fowler, Walter Marshall, Lloyd Hansen, Johnny Storm, Marc Spector

Oh, you think you're the only one in a bad mood?! You think you can out grumpy them?! It's on! You will be at each other's throats all day but that's how they like it. It's foreplay for them, seeing your spitfire attitude is entrancing and they can't get enough of it. So they'll keep trying to out grumpy you until one of you snaps and pulls the other into the bedroom for some fiery hot sex that leaves you both wondering what the hell you were angry at to begin with.

So, thoughts? @alicedopey did I get your guys correct?

#random drabbles #jake jensen #steve rogers #hal carter #john soap mactavish #könig #bucky barnes #jonathan pine #kyle gaz garrick #curtis everett #james mace #nick fowler #walter marshall #lloyd hansen #johnny storm #marc spector

[boxofbonesfic]

Money, fame, and fortune was all you wanted. The life of a full time singer was your dream and you may have had to sign a deal with the devil to get it.

Of course Nick Fowler wasn’t the actual devil…

Or so you thought….

Get ready to meet the man that made all your wildest dreams come true.

He’s come to collect. What you may ask?

Stay tuned

aw, hell.

Title: Rewind

Pairing: Devil!Nick Fowler x Innocent!Reader

Wordcount: 1,190

A/N: i really, really enjoyed this one… i actually might turn this into a little drabble series, this was such a fun prompt!!

“You seem like a good girl,” he said, taking a deep drag on the cigar in his hand. It colored his face dark, deep red before it simmered back down to embers as he exhaled, smoke curling out around his steepled fingers. “You sure this is what you want?” 

 You gripped the patent leather handles of your purse so tight your knuckles bled white. 

 “Yes, sir. Mr. Fowler,” you added on the honorific just in case. “Momma’s sick.” You looked down at your lap, where you were twisting the straps of your purse so tight they creaked in your grip. Your mother would have whipped you six ways from Sunday if she knew where you were; down on the south side, in that godforsaken club—

 “Hmm.” The words came with another cloud of acrid smoke that made the air thick and taste like ash and…is that sulphur? He tapped it out on the ash tray, and didn’t break eye contact as he spoke. “Lars, why don’t you take sweet pea here to stage three? Let’s see if my new little songbird is worth the money.” 

 “W-what?” Your terrified squeak earned you another low, gravelly laugh. 

 “Think of it as an audition, sweet pea.” He stubbed the cigar out in the tray, steely blue eyes glinting in the low light as he took you in. “Can’t just give away something for nothing.” 

 You needed the money, badly—your mother’s chemo wasn’t paying for itself—but it doesn’t stop the shards of ice from settling against your spine as you follow the big, silent brute back out of Nick Fowler’s office. He was right—good girls didn’t come here, didn’t slide a note to the bartender asking to see the Southside Devil, asking to make a deal.

 But you were a good girl, and you were here now, standing in the empty dressing room while the devil himself waited to see if you were worth the trouble. 

 “Boss says pick a dress,” Lars grunted, pointing a stubby finger at the expansive rack behind you. “And don’t take too long.” You stared at your feet until he left, before edging over to the clothing rack, your fingers trailing nervously over the items hanging there. All brand names—some you had only ever seen on the internet, never in stores. You weren’t stupid—you knew these were costumes, dresses for the…entertainment to wear. 

 And the knowledge only made you more nervous, more tense. It had been your dream to get up on stage, to belt your heart out in front of an adoring audience, though the closest you’d ever gotten was choir at church. Good girls didn’t go to Tarnish, they didn’t croon sultry numbers for men who’d likely catch fire as soon as they set foot in a chapel—but your pride was not worth your mother’s life. She’d already been two weeks without her treatments, your meagre waitress’ salary not enough to cover even both of your most basic needs. 

 It’s that thought that spurred you into action, selecting a shimmering gold number from the back. Most of the dresses were revealing, dipping so low in the front that you wondered how the women who wore them were able to maintain any modesty at all. The one you hold in your hands, at least leaves your breasts covered, though it drops low in the back, stopping just above the curve of your butt. It made your cheeks warm when you looked at yourself in the long mirrors circling the room—you don’t recognize the person staring back at you. 

 You jumped at the sound of the door opening, tripping over the long train of your dress. 

 “Boss is ready for you now.” 

 “I, well, I just—”

 “NOW.”

 Your feet were bare—you hadn’t had time to find a pair of heels that fit you—and the floor was cool beneath your feet as Lars led you through the maze of dark hallways back to the bar. The room was empty, save for Nick sitting in the front, at the center table. Lars pushes you forward and you stumble, hiking up the fabric of your dress enough to walk towards the empty stage. 

 “Oh look at you,” Nick purred as you approached the microphone. His voice was like a physical caress, and it made goosebumps rise on the exposed skin of your arms. “I would say I had no idea you had all that under those pastor-approved sacks,” he winked at you as he lifted the glass in front of him to his lips. “But I’d be lying.”

 You fidgeted under his gaze, your hands twisting in the sparkling gold fabric. “S-sir, I—”

 “Sing.” You took a shaky breath, your hands still balled into sweaty fists. You couldn’t think of anything but church hymns and praises, and your throat so tight the words wouldn’t come out, no matter how you forced them. Nick clucked his tongue at you. 

“What’s wrong, sweet pea?” He asked, draining the rest of the whiskey from his glass. “Stage fright?” The soles of his shiny oxfords tapped eagerly against the hard floor as he pushed chair away from the table and made for the stage. You don’t know what to do as he crossed the stage to stand behind you, your breath catching in your throat at his closeness. 

 “I-I’m s-sorry, I—” You swallowed thickly as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your shoulder. “I just know… church songs.” 

 “Now that won’t do,” his voice was soft, sultry. You were unsure of the hand on your shoulder that slipped down to cradle the small of your back, his palm too warm against your bare skin. “See, this isn’t really the kind of place the church going type likes to frequent.” Hot tears spring to your eyes he cups your ass through the fabric of your borrowed dress.

 “S-sir, I just want t-to work,” you babbled, attempting to flinch away from him. Nick grasped your hip firmly, his other hand snaking around your forearm as he tugged you back against his body. You couldn’t contain the whimper that bubbled past your lips as he ran his nose down the side of your throat. “P-please—”

 “I’ll tell you what, sweet-pea,” he drawled, skimming his hands up and down your sides. “I have a… different offer.” You squeaked when his hand slid up the generous slit in your skirt, tears pricking at your wide eyes. “How would you like it if your mother was never sick?” Fingers move against the seam of your white cotton panties. “In perfect health?” They dip beneath the elastic, and you whine as he parts your lips. “Like it never even happened?”

 The hand on your hip found your breasts, plucking at your nipples through the dress. 

 “I-I-I would give anything,” you stammered. He let out a pleased hum at your response, and you smelled the thick, smokey, scent of sulphur—

 “Anything?” Something hard presses up between the cheeks of your ass, and you make a pained, terrified noise in the back of your throat. “What a good place to start, sweet-pea.” 

fin

#sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan characters #nick fowler smut #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler #nick fowler imagine #dark!nick fowler #the 355 fanfiction #boxofbonesfic #bones drabbles #monkeys paw challenge #darkfic #dark!au

[nickfowlerrr]

maybe artem and rearders past v day he looks like a hopeless romantic

hopeless

keeping secrets series masterlist

pairing: artem ivanov (nick fowler?) x keeping secrets!reader (that was so weird to type lmao)

warnings: 18+ only. no explicit smut but things get a little hot hahaha. also uhm kinda sad if you've read the latest chapter knowing what went down. </3 definitely a bit of angst from reader's pov.

words: 1k

notes: agree! he definitely is. when i say he fell hard for reader, i mean hard. though genuinely, i'm so surprised by how many people are loving artem lol i really never would have expected it! i'm assuming his face claim being nick is really helping pull people into him hahaha! anyway, i really enjoyed this idea, thanks so much for sending it in!

thank you in advance for reading and as always, feedback and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated! <3

"Любовь моя," Artem's voice called out as he entered his home. You hurried to close out of your work and get your things put away before he could make his way to where you were in his room.

Just as you spun around to face the door of the bedroom, he was walking in. You smiled, exhaling a breath you'd been holding in your hurry. As you took him in, you saw a bouquet of red roses in his hand, that ever charming smile gracing his face as he walked toward you.

"More flowers," you trilled, taking the bouquet from him and bringing it to your nose, letting the floral scent invade your senses.

"I could fill this entire place with them and it still wouldn't come close to what you deserve," he spoke softly as he watched you admire the petals before you placed them on top of the dresser beside you. You turned to face him again as his arms wrapped around you. Your hands found the lapels of his jacket and you gripped them when he pulled you closer to him, chest to chest as he gazed down at you.

You returned his gaze, breath catching in your throat at the glimmer in his eyes, the affection you found swimming there, a pang of guilt you had never really experienced before shot through you.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he eyed you.

Your eyes widened at his question, shocked you'd let the emotion show on your face for him to notice. Fuck, you were slipping.

"Nothing," you breathed with a shake of your head, letting a smile grace your face as you pressed yourself closer to him. "I just, I didn't get you anything as nice," you lied effortlessly, a small pout forming as you gave him your best puppy eyes.

"Angel," he admonished, "I don't need a damn thing as long as I have you."

He leaned down and his lips met yours in a soft kiss as he squeezed you. You parted for just a second before you leaned back up to him, your hands finding his hair as you pulled him down to you, the kiss intoxicating as you lost yourself in his touch the longer it went on. The both of you growing more and more needy for each other's touch with each moment that passed as you were pressing yourselves against one another.

You finally grabbed his jacket and tried to pull it off of him, pushing at it clumsily while kissing him fervently, causing him to pull back and shrug it off quickly before he crashed his lips into yours again, the both of you walking back toward the bed as your hands were now messing with his belt buckle. You turned him around and shoved him down onto the bed before climbing up to straddle him.

You unbuckled his belt then ran your hands back up along his solid chest, leaning over him before placing delicate kisses along his cheeks, his jaw, down his neck while you unbuttoned his shirt. His hands found your ass and he squeezed you as he mewled at your attention.

He pulled your hips down to be flush against him and you smirked against his skin feeling his bulge, rolling your hips once before sitting up. Your hands were on his stomach as you smiled down at him, his blue eyes darker now, hungry and wanting as his hands framed your waist.

The open door of the room was suddenly knocked on, and though it was gently, you were still startled as someone cleared their throat, both you and Artem shooting your gaze to who was waiting.

You saw a petite woman holding a garment bag as her eyes avoided both of you. You dragged yourself off of Artem, purposely brushing against his bulge that was straining his pants, earning an unbidden growl he tried to hide from him as he sat up on the bed, adjusting his shirt and re-buckling his belt.

"My apologies, Mr. Ivanov," she spoke meekly. "You asked the gown to be-"

"I know what I said, Alina," he cut her off, "you can just leave it there." He gestured to the chaise near the window and you watched as she scurried over to lay the bag down. She was gone in a flash and your eyes returned to Artem as you raised a brow at the unexpected interruption.

"As much as I'd love to stay and finish this," he huffed, walking to grab his jacket and check himself in the mirror, "I have an appointment I can't miss. I just wanted to drop those off for you and tell you I'll see you later. Before you accosted me with your tongue." He smirked before crossed back over to you, taking your face gently in his hands as he leaned down and kissed you softly, "So, I'll see you later. That's part of your gift," he said nodding to the bag.

"Artem-"

"No, no arguing. It's for you, and there will be another delivery soon, too. All you need to do is get ready for dinner later and I'll be back to pick you up at seven."

Your hands held his wrists as he continued holding your face.

"Okay," you replied softly before furrowing your brows ever so slightly, "what appointment are you going to?"

"Something with my father," he shook his head, "I'm just there for looks," he smiled before kissing you again, "nothing important."

You smiled back and let him go, making a mental note to check out this "appointment" and who exactly would be in attendance.

"I'm sorry I can't spend the day with you, but the second I get home, I'm all yours, beautiful," he promised.

"It's okay, I get it. I'll be waiting for you, valentine," you simpered.

He smiled in response, "You'd better be."

He kissed you one last time. "Happy Valentine's Day," he breathed against your lips, his touch so gentle and his words so sincere.

"Happy Valentine's Day," you smiled softly back, trying to ignore the guilt pulling so deeply at you.

#keeping secrets series #idk what to tag this lol #sebastian stan characters #valentine's day drabble #bellasburdens #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x curvy!reader

[pinkiebieberpie]

after one night stand with ceo!bucky (which was the best in your life) you woke up alone in a hotel room with a note on the pillow

"i had to go to work,

already paid for everything, you can take my card and go to spa or have a massage - it's on me

you'll give me my card back next time, doll ;)

- b.b."

and under the note is his credit card and another litte note with his number on it 😩🥴🤤

moodboards + blurbs masterlist

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes moodboard #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #ceo!bucky #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #nick fowler au #nick fowler x you #nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #sebastian stan the 355 #sebastian stan au #sebstan

[chasingmidnights]

The T. Swift Project

Song: White Horse

Pairing: Nick Fowler x reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI! I don't think there's much to look out for in this one either, just maybe some angst and Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay!). I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read.

The opening night of your art gala was something that you'd been looking forward to for months.

You stared out the huge, floor to ceiling window that was at the venue and you couldn't help but wonder what he was up to.

Nick Fowler, had the face of an angel and knew exactly how to work it too.

Months of following him around like school girl with a crush and he took advantage of that.

You didn't care though because you thought you had everything and thought you were in love.

Little did you know, it was all one-sided and you couldn't help but feel a bit foolish.

A tap on your shoulder and you turned to find your assistant giving you look. Just from the look alone, you could tell she wasn't happy that you weren't mingling.

The night went off without a hitch and you couldn't have been happier.

When the gala was finally finished, you let out a sigh of relief and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

"Gala looks wonderful Princess."

You could feel the color drain from your face at the sound of his voice and you slowly turned around to face him. "Nick."

There it is, the smile that made you weak at the knees.

You watched in disbelief as he took a deep breath and started to walk towards you.

"I gotta say, you look great." Nick took your hands into his and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Princess, I know I'm probably asking for too much but will you please take me back. I'm so sorry for everything."

You removed your hands from his and take a step back. "I'm sorry Nick, but it's too late. You had your chance."

You walked away from Nick and headed up the stairwell. It was too late for him and his white horse to catch you now.

#the t. swift project #white horse #fearless album #white horse taylor's version #fearless taylor’s version #taylors version #taylor swift #taylor swift songs #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan #nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler fanfiction #nick fowler drabble #nick fowler imagine #nick fowler the 355 #nick fowler moodboard #chasingmarvel moodboard #chasingmarvel original work #courtney writes

[buckysswinter]

☽ angst|❁ dark|♡ fluff|✧ smut (18+)

sebastian stan

lee bodecker

right where you left me ☽

all you had to do was stay (pt 2 to right where you left me) ☽ ♡

carter baizen

cruel summer ☽ ✧

the way i loved you (pt 2 to cruel summer) ☽ ✧

frank (!eb)

‘tis the damn season ✧ ☽

last time (pt 2 to ‘tis the damn season) ♡ ✧

nick fowler

never ending story (mini series) ☽

mickey henry

#sebastian stan drabble #sebastian stan/y/n #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes angst #carter baizen x reader #carter baizen x you #frank endings beginnings #nick fowler mini series #nick fowler x you #nick fowler fic #nick fowler angst

[ambersgems]

Good! Perfect! Amazing! Please do it again! The grip your soulmate au has on my is all encompassing. Will there be more updates??

Thank you for your content, it rocks!!

Awh! Thanks so much 😊 I’m so glad you like it!! I’m thinking there will be one more part, but I’m working on what direction I want it to go in!

I have a couple of other ideas for more one shot ideas/couple parters as well so trying to decide!

My inbox is open!! So people with requests for Dean (or really any Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan Characters) please feel free to interact!

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn #chris evans #chris evans characters #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester/reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x female reader #Dean Winchester asks #Chris Evans asks #ari levinson #andy barber #bucky barnes #nick fowler #Nick Vaughn #harvard hottie #ask response #taking requests #requests open

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Muddled Waters 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your boss has a dangerous secret.

Character: Nick Fowler (mob au)

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

You skewer candied cherries on a long toothpick and balance them over a martini glass. The deep blue drink with a layer of foam is perfectly aligned with the crystal brim. You stand straight as you top off the last of the drinks, a new batch for the waiting customers.

You put the small silver measuring cup aside and nearly cry out as the silhouette hovering in the corner of your vision moves. You touch your chest in surprise as you face Nick with a bashful smile. You didn’t even know he was around that day. Lately, he’s been absent more than not.

“Oh, hi,” you laugh at yourself, “I didn’t hear you...”

“I have a bad habit of that,” he grins, “some have compared me to a cat.”

You tilt your head, “some? You mean, me?”

He shrugs, “was that you?

“Maybe,” you turn and carefully move the stemmed glasses to a tray.

“New flavour?” He nears and stands close. You can smell his cedar cologne.

“Blueberry,” you explain, “bit sweet for my tastes but it fits the season.”

“Ah, sounds interesting,” he reaches and takes one of the glasses and you gasp.

“Nick!” You turn to him and he grins as he sips, the foam clinging to his top lip. He hums as he removes the toothpick from across the rim and nibbles off one of the cherries.

“Tasty,” he commends.

“Why-- Now I’ll to make another.”

“They can wait. It’s more than worth it,” he assures, still standing close as he slurps.

You work in the warmth of his looming proximity. He’s never had much of a personal bubble. Working behind a bar, you’ve grown used to being crowded. You measure and pour and muddle. You garnish and set the drink to replace the one your boss took.

“Right, ready,” you declare.

“Here, let me get those,” he slides the tray across the counter before you can react.

“No, you don’t have to--”

“I want to. Boss man’s gotta do some work around here,” he scoffs and lifts the tray. “You take a load off, sweetheart, I need those hands well-rested. No one else has that magic touch.”

You tisk and shake your head. He can be ridiculous. You won’t complain, he’s the least uptight boss you’ve had. The place isn’t too bad. Upscale with well-tipping patronage. It’s not your typical bar. Most of your work is done behind a wall as the customers drink in private rooms or in the common room where refined jazz wafts through the dim air. The whole place drips of exclusivity.

You clean up and wipe the counter before you wash your hands. Another order appears on the screen. Customers order on a sleek touchscreen, unbothered by servers amid their hushed conversations. You assume they are the types with private jets and luxurious yachts. Of course, they’re too special to drink like normal people.

You start up the next order. Spiced apple cider. A classic though it’s not often ordered. Two to put up. You mix the drinks in mason jars with thick handles. You finish them each with a cinnamon stick.

“Ready to go?” Nick has you squeaking again.

“God,” you throw your hands up and laugh, “how do you keep doing that?”

“Hey, not my fault. You’re in the zone. You know, you get all squinty,” he makes a face, “it’s like the whole world doesn’t exist. Makes me feel a bit small.”

“Mm, well, I guess you’re right. I should pay more attention to my surroundings,” you lift the mugs, “I got these, Nick.”

“It’s no problem, one of my buddies,” he wraps his hands around the jars, “been a while since I’ve seen him.”

“Oh, okay then,” you let him take the cups.

“Take it easy. You do too much.”

You smile tightly and lean on the counter. He goes and you turn around to tidy again. You can be precise. You like a clean station. You’ve worked with too many people who leave the bartop littered in lime peel and broken toothpicks. You can’t make a good drink if you’re working in filth.

But it isn’t just your work. You try not to let the personal seep in but you can’t help who you are. Things should be just so. Books should be lined up and sorted alphabetically and the dishes should be stacked neatly, and the carpet can’t be crooked.

You exhale and run your hands over your apron. Most people might envy your boss for his high company and exorbitant wealth, you just covet his coolness. He’s never bothered by much.

“Sweetheart,” he enters, this time with fair warning. You look up at his pet name. He always calls you that. “What’s that chocolate one you did last time?” He snaps his fingers, “you know, it was kinda creamy--”

“Brandy Alexander,” you answer, “yeah, uh, we’re out of dark creme de cacao. I put it on the inventory.”

“Inventory,” he nods and his blue eyes flick away guiltily, “yeah, I was supposed to do that.”

You cross your arms, “yeah, you were.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, I swear, I thought of it,” he crinkles his nose, “but it must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Mhmm,” you sniff, “well, you have been busy. I didn’t even know you were in town.”

He looks up and his cheek dimples. His gaze falls back on you, “lots of running around. Sorry, sweetheart, if it was up to me, I’d be right here, tasting all your delights.”

You nearly snort but instead just furrow your brow.

“What?” He asks.

“Nothing,” you shrug and turn away, the screen showing another order. “Sometimes... the way you say things...”

He chuckles and leans his elbow on the counter, “I do like to choke on my own foot.”

“You know, I said before, I could make time for inventory. I don’t mind making orders--”

“Don’t bother,” he cuts your offer short, “I know people. I can take care of it. I’ll make a few calls tonight.” He stays as he is, angled against the counter as he watches you. He rests his chin on his knuckles and you glance over as you squeeze a lime dry.

“What?” You ask as you measure out the juice.

“How’d you learn to do all this?” He asks.

“I took a few courses, worked a few dives,” you say, “did a gig on a cruise ship. You know, you figure it out.”

“And you enjoy it?” He says, “I mean, I can tell you do.”

“It keeps my hands moving and my head from racing,” you explain as you mix the drink in a shaker.

“Sounds amazing,” he stands straight, “sooner or later, I need to find something to keep me busy. Something that doesn’t make me crazy.”

You garnish and he swipes up the glass before you can stop him.

“Well, you might just have a calling as a waiter,” you say sarcastically as you wipe your hands on a towel.

“I don’t know about that,” he grins, “I’m not much for taking orders.”

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

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𝗂. 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇

𝗂𝗂. 𝖨 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝖾 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗅

𝗂𝗏. 𝖢𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗋

𝗏. 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗄

𝗏𝗂. 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖶𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁

𝗏𝗂𝗂. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝖠 𝖣𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾

𝗏𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝖬𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒

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𝗑. 𝖦𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒?

𝗑𝗂. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖧𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽

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